TEARS ARE BUNDLES OF LOVE
I feel the call of the land of Hawai’i nei deep within my body and soul.
Her tradewinds blow through my long, dark brown hair, whispering voices of the ancestors into my ears. I listen carefully as a child listens to those sacred ones who lived in our native land not so long ago. I play amongst the waves of Her womb waters with the animals of the sea, tasting Her salty fluids upon my lips as I dive down to the ocean floor, feeling the familiar touch of Her sands between my fingers. I see Her palm trees sway, and am reminded of the hula I love to dance. My hips mimic the wind, gently blowing through the trees and leaves side to side.
Her mountains, so lush and green, stand proudly against the clouded sky.
Waterfalls flow down Her crevices, creating a mystic spray as waterfall meets mountain pool. This is the land I know as home, not island paradise. The place where I am one with my brown-skinned sisters and brothers. I am in awe of Her, the Land, the aina.
Tears stream down my cheeks, and I taste the salt of my own fluids upon my lips.
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